I had fully intended on posting long before now, but things have been really hectic and I haven't had time or energy to write it all out. Where to begin? DH left on Tuesday and he had off Sunday and Monday before that so we tried to spend as much time as possible together before he left. We went to see John Carter, went out for dinner a few times, got ice cream, visited friends, and just stayed with each other. We talked a lot about how things went down last time and made some resolutions to make things different this go around. I felt and feel good about it this time.
On Monday night we were lying in bed around midnight and my stomach started hurting. I had experienced a similar pain the night before and cured it with Tums, so I thought it was some type of gas again. I ignored the pain for a bit, but then I knew it was coming... I puked all night. Probably 6-7 times, it was awful. I haven't been that sick in YEARS. I woke up the next day with a queasy tummy but was hopeful that I was better. Wrong! I then started on massive diarrhea... it sucked bad... I was going to the toilet every 20 minutes. I didn't eat anything all day and when I tried taking Pepto and drinking I puked again. I wasn't even able to go with DH to the airport. It had to be one of the worst experiences of my life, helpless I had to watch him drive away and knew I couldn't see him off. I still think I'm in a little bit of shock that I wasn't able to go to the airport with him.
I just layed in bed all day Tuesday and on Wednesday I woke up feeling 80% better, but still kind of yucky. I only ventured out to take a cab to the airport to retrieve DH's car and that wasn't until 10pm. I ate 2 pieces of toast and drank a lot of Gatorade all day. I was able to keep that down, so then I ate a small tv dinner. I slept again and this morning (Thursday), I woke up to a (yes, I'm going there) shart in my undies. Holy shit, we really do fart in our sleep! I'm going to burn those drawers when I feel better. Now I am back to diarrhea and fear eating for it will surely escape in liquid form. Now I'm kind of afraid to drink too, because face it who wants to have diarrhea for 3 days? I have went through 3 big rolls of toilet paper and a whole pack of wet wipes!
Needless to say I have not done anything productive and feel down right weak. I'm about to attempt eating and drinking, but If I wake up to more liquid shit tomorrow I'm going to the ER for fluids and not even going to attempt to use my digestive tract. Thank God I stopped throwing up though, I have a really small nasal/throat cavity and when I puke it comes out my nose and gets trapped in my sinuses and it thoroughly disgusting. I think that's why I have developed an iron stomach for fear of puking!
DH has arrived safely at his destination, I have talked to him twice since he left through IM and he got his phone turned on so at least now that is available. He has indoctrination the next 2 days and then I assume will start work Monday, maybe Sunday. He got put in a better living situation than last time with higher ranking enlisted, but he is farther from his treatment facility and the cab rides will be expensive (about $40 each way) so he is pondering asking to move to the other building where he can walk, but the young and restless that are housed there may pose a problem to his recovery. I just pray that he will be happy and healthy this time around.
I'd write more, but I think it's time to run to the loo again, sigh.